“You think love is enough to protect you?"
Randell's voice cracked through the study like a whip.
Felix stood his ground, shoulders square. “Yes."
Randell slammed the drawer shut. “That's naive. Love doesn't protect wealth. It doesn't build legacies. It doesn't *last.*"
“She's not some gold-digger—"
“She's not *one of us.*" Randell cut in, eyes sharp. “And you—my son—are being led by a girl with no name, no power, and no understanding of the world she's trying to marry into."
“Christina has more strength than anyone you've ever hired," Felix shot back. “And more heart than your entire boardroom combined."
Randell stared at him. “Refuse the engagement with Amanda, and you lose everything."
Felix blinked. “You already set a date?"
Randell's lips curled. “Amanda is strategic. Gracefu
